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When I inevitably proved not to be the kind of woman I was supposed to be over and over again, it wasn’t something wrong with what I was doing; itwas something fundamentally wrong with me as a person. I always felt like the black sheep, I was passed over a lot because there was something about me that wasn’t quite right.It sometimes felt as though calling me a “Christian woman” was as ironic as calling me a name that means “peaceful and quiet.”